Melissy, horror-stricken, had sat silent, but now she found her voice.
"Brand Blotters" by William MacLeod Raine
A servant came running, pale and horror-stricken.
"An Eagle Flight" by José Rizal
Oh, how white and horror-stricken those faces were, and such appeals for help that could not come.
"The Johnstown Horror" by James Herbert Walker
When she opened the wicket gate, Adele gave a horror-stricken start.
"The Silver Lining" by John Roussel
The assassins, horror-stricken at what they had done, skulked tremblingly back to their former position by the mast.
"The Ocean Waifs" by Mayne Reid
Mickie meanwhile stood back near the door horror-stricken.
"Continuous Vaudeville" by Will M. Cressy
Meanwhile Gualtier had stood motionless, horror-stricken, and paralyzed.
"The Cryptogram" by James De Mille
When we arrived she held up horror-stricken hands.
"The Belovéd Vagabond" by William J. Locke
They stared at each other with blank, horror-stricken faces.
"The Manor House School" by Angela Brazil
Shading his still horror-stricken eyes by both hands, he glared to seaward.
"Captain Brand of the "Centipede"" by H. A. (Henry Augustus) Wise
The spectators were horror stricken.
"Ferdinand De Soto, The Discoverer of the Mississippi" by John S. C. Abbott
Then terror gave her courage, and she rushed madly forward a few steps, then stood on the threshold horror-stricken.
"Graham's Magazine Vol. XXXII No. 2. February 1848" by Various
She was horror-stricken chiefly.
"The Prisoner" by Alice Brown
Bob and Shad stood spellbound and horror-stricken.
"The Gaunt Gray Wolf" by Dillon Wallace
She was stricken with horror: she shrank back against the wall, huddled in her cloak.
"Astounding Stories of Super-Science April 1930" by Various
The lad Hewling upon discovering the body of the murdered woman, was horror stricken by the sight and ran towards Mr.
"The Mysterious Murder of Pearl Bryan" by Unknown
She saw the bloodless, horror-stricken face of the prisoner.
"The Twins of Suffering Creek" by Ridgwell Cullum
They are horror-stricken at the prospect of a return to his light railways and heavy sentences.
"Ireland as It Is" by Robert John Buckley (AKA R.J.B.)
I saw them, too, from the top of the hill of Kaya, and turned away my eyes, horror-stricken.
"The Conscript" by Émile Erckmann
But when he looks at himself in the glass he is horror-stricken.
"The Forerunners" by Romain Rolland